Yes she has. Fortunately, he’s not really in the mood to facepalm, but he’s doing it anyway. Mentally. Where neither of them will have to see him. Still, he looks to that Oran Berry rather uncertainly, but what can you do? They really can’t expect the vegetation around here to conform to whatever has been set out in their survival training courses.
Best he can do really is to endure his own hunger pangs for a bit longer—so he can carry her to safety should the berries prove harmful, and so she can have more if they are indeed safe to eat.
Still, he plucks one off the bush, gazing at it intently before he senses movement a little ways behind. Quietly, he withdraws his guns and scoots backwards, drawing nearer to a thick cluster of bushes. He sweeps some leaves aside, aaaand…
…drops the Oran Berry in surprise when he hears the tiniest of squeaks.
The fruit rolls into the thick of the foliage, before a tiny pair of…hands? thrusts out of the leaves and plucks it off the ground.
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Best he can do really is to endure his own hunger pangs for a bit longer—so he can carry her to safety should the berries prove harmful, and so she can have more if they are indeed safe to eat.
Still, he plucks one off the bush, gazing at it intently before he senses movement a little ways behind. Quietly, he withdraws his guns and scoots backwards, drawing nearer to a thick cluster of bushes. He sweeps some leaves aside, aaaand…
…drops the Oran Berry in surprise when he hears the tiniest of squeaks.
The fruit rolls into the thick of the foliage, before a tiny pair of…hands? thrusts out of the leaves and plucks it off the ground.